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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

School Lunch

My school was very territorial. I don't know if it is like this in every high school, but in mine it was very clear at lunchtime. Everyone sat at the same table, in the same seat every day. First thing you see walking into the white, boring cafeteria is that the Juniors all sat on one side, while the Seniors all sat on the other side. The cafeteria is divided into many different cliques, all staying exactly where they were since the first day. The first group is the the the "popular" Junior girls. Wearing their skimpy clothes, they all have tiny, green salads sitting in front of them, never finished. Next is the kids in the band. A mix of Juniors and Seniors, these kids are very quiet and keep to themselves. They sit in their own corner and never bother anyone, so I don't mind them at all. That brings us to the big Junior boys table. All the "cool" Juniors were there. Always loud and obnoxious, this table always seemed to get on my nerves. It went so far that I started a fight with them in a basketball game later in the year. They are annoying, preppy, and just think they are all that. You know the type. Can't stand them. There are other quiet tables mixed in there but nothing that stands out until you get to the Cross Country table. Juniors and Seniors. Boys and Girls. They are the loudest, most idiotic table in the cafeteria. Louder than the Junior boys. They think they are the funniest table and love to have,"hilarious" outbursts at the TV. Not funny. They love to pull lame pranks on everyone like turning a backpack inside out. Not funny. No one likes them outside of their group, yet they still love their antics. They were the subjects of many verbal disputes in the cafeteria. So the walk through my cafeteria would seem boring looking at the bland, pasty walls. But once inside, the loudness of the people inside hits you like a wall. You can barely hear yourself over some of the idiotic kids. But, if you get past the verbal disputes and the food that could be described as hot garbage, then you could have a nice time with your friends. But it could be better.

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